Love
Some motherfucker thought it would be okay to plagerize my fic You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison. If you've known me since 2010 or before, you probably know how much of me and my early depression went into that story and the sequels because you were around for the process. If you knew me after, you know how proud I am of it because it changed what I thought I was capable of. It's one of the boldest, scariest, best things I've done in bandom and in my writing in general and that piece of shit thought it was okay to Find+Replace the names and turn it into a Supernatural fic that didnt even make sense.
It was heartbreaking and infuriating not just to me but to the women who held my hand and spent hours at five a clock in the morning and one in the afternoon talking with me about the process and listening to me bitch and letting me spam them. It's a podfic project now. I'm working on another sequel fic for someone as a part of the car-auction payments. To say this story is a huge part of my life is an understatement and it was violated.
Bottom line? Not okay.
What was amazing is that you guys came out of the woodwork for me. From people I've never seen around bandom before, let alone me, my journal and my fic to people I've known since the beginning of my baby bandom days - came out to get my back, spread the word of what happened and come to my defense. The stolen version was off AO3 before I got home from work because of you guys. Twitter spread it, the work itself was flooded with comment, the stop-plagerism com had a post, and it even got mentioned on tumblr. I didn't even have make a post of my own about it because other people in bandom did it for me, and then signal boosted it.
I was wounded and all of you amazing people came to my aid. You guys protected me. You fought for me. You took care of me. You loved me.
I spend 90% of my time here in Georgia alone except for my mom and her boyfriend. I sometimes feel like I dont have any real friends because of that and then something like this happens and I remember, yes I fucking do. I have amazing beautiful loving friends all over the planet who will go to bat for me in a literal minute. Just because I cant go to the movies with you or out to dinner doesnt change that.
I say this a little more than twenty-four hours after we lost one of our big three, my personal true love in My Chemical Romance ending, but I am so fucking grateful. I'm so grateful through my devastation at this loss because thanks to knowing them I get to know all you and nothing is more valuable to me than that. Not even the music.
So mostly, I wanted to say thank you and holy shit do I love you guys back. I love you so much that sometimes it makes me cry a little. Or a lot. Thank you all for being you. Thank you for being my friends. Thank you for reminding me that there's a world of people who care about me, even if you are scattered and sometimes digital. Prisonverse and what happened means a lot to me. What you guys did for me and what that says means so much more.
It was heartbreaking and infuriating not just to me but to the women who held my hand and spent hours at five a clock in the morning and one in the afternoon talking with me about the process and listening to me bitch and letting me spam them. It's a podfic project now. I'm working on another sequel fic for someone as a part of the car-auction payments. To say this story is a huge part of my life is an understatement and it was violated.
Bottom line? Not okay.
What was amazing is that you guys came out of the woodwork for me. From people I've never seen around bandom before, let alone me, my journal and my fic to people I've known since the beginning of my baby bandom days - came out to get my back, spread the word of what happened and come to my defense. The stolen version was off AO3 before I got home from work because of you guys. Twitter spread it, the work itself was flooded with comment, the stop-plagerism com had a post, and it even got mentioned on tumblr. I didn't even have make a post of my own about it because other people in bandom did it for me, and then signal boosted it.
I was wounded and all of you amazing people came to my aid. You guys protected me. You fought for me. You took care of me. You loved me.
I spend 90% of my time here in Georgia alone except for my mom and her boyfriend. I sometimes feel like I dont have any real friends because of that and then something like this happens and I remember, yes I fucking do. I have amazing beautiful loving friends all over the planet who will go to bat for me in a literal minute. Just because I cant go to the movies with you or out to dinner doesnt change that.
I say this a little more than twenty-four hours after we lost one of our big three, my personal true love in My Chemical Romance ending, but I am so fucking grateful. I'm so grateful through my devastation at this loss because thanks to knowing them I get to know all you and nothing is more valuable to me than that. Not even the music.
So mostly, I wanted to say thank you and holy shit do I love you guys back. I love you so much that sometimes it makes me cry a little. Or a lot. Thank you all for being you. Thank you for being my friends. Thank you for reminding me that there's a world of people who care about me, even if you are scattered and sometimes digital. Prisonverse and what happened means a lot to me. What you guys did for me and what that says means so much more.